I do not ask for waves
They appear on their own and leave me
They possibly feel
As lonesome as I do
And would not show it
Constant noise is more silence than sound
Over distant lapping, that clots deep underneath us
My
Eyes are like the sky –
A bit white in lots of blue
Motionless
Of so much impression
Somewhere by the shadows of endlessness
And my ears become deaf
And water trickles gently
Into the desert sand
And I still cannot see
Why my ears keep deaf